Spirit of the 10th, here we go again, feel it in ya soul and don't pretend
Coka on the stove, you overthrown we blitz the whole event
Gettin' dough to spend, burn it all, get it all again
Walking Tall wit alot of stick, I'm bout to stop ya politics
I Rock it like my opposite, you fuckin' wit The Great One...ya lost it
Is it possible that Y could go out with the mental hospital
Yea, its also possible Donald Glover starts the apocalypse, honest
I'm for the positive don't even know why they wanna
Front on me know I get it hopping just like they want it
Jumping like a shark attack you in the pool wit the hunters
But its cool, Blu already said that we live with pirhanna
I'm sitting on my stoop on my lap is top ramen
Hearing local all I wish that these niggas stop rhyming
Only thing hittin' is me and my brother wit TIMING
And the uncle that's younger then me
I'm having fun making havoc, The Thunder, they know the feeling
Run over ya whole squad, you sittin at 0 and 50
The vision is so large, a earth harp couldn't fit in my theater
Sentence so sharp, you slip and cause a hara-kiri
The possibility of killing me wit false ability is bout as even as me tossing the keys to a Bentley
Zuckerburg wit a billi wouldn't make me more friendly
Killing swag, I guess that makes me my own worst enemy
I know I'm fend to be everything they pretend to be
Energy infinity, drum beat mixed with Hennessy
Dummy I stick to green, need none of that Easter pink
But this resurrection releases me
Bitch I know Im better than you
I just been teasing, let em' breathe for a season
Then break em' like a skateboard beef, I leave em Weezy
This is easy as sluts fucking in sequence. Deleting the weak from y city to Cleveland
Try to make me fall from the game, I'm never leaving
Y I put it all on my name, because I mean it
I am Rap, Speaker for all my people that stuck in the sand trap
And loving that dance crap at the same damn time
Same beats, same hooks and the same damn rhymes
Not saying them niggas can't damn grind, but think they fuckin with me then they outta they got damn...cranium
See that's why don't nobody like yo ass
And when we see u in the street look like u might gon blast
Like when I'm in the burbs they put they lights on fast, or
Back when I was a nerd and fightin for my own cash, see
When this mic is on I ignite the thorns of my past
Burnin roses for the shit that I took, foes on my sack. Frozen
No hope in hoping, like yo ho open, I do it
Eat beats like Im throwin' headphones in a juicer
Vision of a artist, director, tv producer, who was never in the street but was a G at them computers
Heart warm as chicken soup, stone cold sight of Medusa
Thru and thru the perfect fusion, The Wonder u never knew